Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2009 08:46:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Padraig o'Brien
Subject: Barbell - Chapter 1
The soft life-support pod cracked and then gently opened up to reveal the
master of the spacecraft. He had just awakened from the long slumber that
had begun at the start of the voyage. Slowly and methodically, the
Inspector stretched his arm muscles, then worked on his legs. He was
trained in the physiology of the human body as keeping in peak physical
condition was a part of his job. Satisfied that all his limbs were in good
order, he slid out of the orchid-shaped pod gracefully, and strode across
the deck of his ship with a purposeful gait. He slept nude in the pod, as
the rules of space travel required, and so was completely in a state of
nature as he went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Grace and power were only to be expected of the law enforcement
officer. The Galactic Guardians were keepers of the peace in the civilized
and colonized Galaxy. They were bred and trained to go into battle against
entire armies single-handedly. Only the most powerful humans in existence
could possibly do the job properly. They also needed to be mentally agile,
quick observers and possess charm and charisma to convince people to assist
or cooperate when help was needed. A powerful body coupled with superhuman
fighting skills were needed in order to subdue violent and defiant rogues
in order to keep law and order in the farthest reaches of space. A powerful
mind was needed to come up with the best strategies to achieve victory with
the least loss of life and least harm to innocents.
It is often said that the sight of the immense physique of the Guardian was
usually enough to convince insurgents and rebels to surrender. And how. The
Inspector was a perfect example of why this rumor was so frequently
repeated. At 6'11", he was not quite the tallest person in human societies,
but he was close enough. That was only for a start. Every muscle attached
to the massive skeletal structure of this young man bulged and rippled in a
way that was almost fantastic and impossible. And yet, as the saying went,
he was truly in the flesh. Thick veins lined the lightly tanned biceps,
quads, calves, hamstrings, abs and pecs, delivering massive amounts of fuel
to power every ligament, tendon and cell in his body. It was a magnificent
biological machine. Every little move that the Inspector made seemed to
activate a series of muscle fibers visible to the observant eye. All this
was packaged in an aesthetically pleasing statuesque figure. The
proportions were all right, so that even though the individual limb might
look inhuman, in relation to the other parts it was all
well-complemented. The broad shoulders and long arms developed a massive
wingspan when fully spread out, but left hanging at his sides, they did not
seem particularly gangly as the muscles made them seem shorter than they
really were.
The huge shoulders provided the perfect frame for the sharp, rock-hard
pecs, with the ribcage showing up just enough to provide visible means of
support for the excess of muscles in his upper torso. Right below the
sternum began the depression of his tightly wound, 8-pack abs. The pleasing
line of the v-shaped body tapered into the outie belly button at the center
of this adonis. The rock hard ripples looked like they could not be broken
by any force in nature, and in a way it was almost true. The bodies of the
Guardians were genetically engineered to be resistant to fire and intense
heat, and capable of taking massive amounts of force without being badly
damaged. It was not true that they were indestructible; they were still
flesh and blood. But compared to ordinary humans, they might as well have
been real Greek Gods. Bomb blasts that would kill large numbers of people
would only bruise and lightly singe the Inspector's body.
The Inspector pauses in his footsteps and poses in front of the mirror. He
was naturally forgiven some degree of vanity, possessing such a marvelous
bod. He flexed his guns just a bit, but it looked as if his biceps would
split the smooth skin of his biceps. The veins strained for space under his
skin and our man grunted playfully at his own image in the mirror. He then
looked at his face. Not bad after a long interstellar slumber. He had
short, dirty blond curls which he kept really short on the top of his
crown. Regulations required this. The rest of his body was completely
hairless, apart from the small bush around his genitals. Again, regulations
were the reason. He was allowed to keep a bit of facial hair if he wanted
to, but he preferred to keep it clean. In fact, he had it lasered along
with the rest of his limbs and chest since he didn't really like shaving
very much. And so he did no shaving.
He kept the light colored, unruly bush around his pubes trimmed to a
mat. The uniform regulations were more concerned with the parts of the body
that were revealed in public on ordinary occasions, so what the Inspector
did with his pubic hair was entirely up to him. Naturally, after inspecting
the hair on his crown the buck naked law enforcer brushed the thin mat on
his pubes to measure their length. Nah, no need to trim it yet. The pod had
slowed down his biological functions substantially during his long space
trip, and so the body hair that he still had on had grown very slowly in
the intervening weeks of travel. He traced the non-existent treasure trail
down from his navel, which was decorated with a tiny stud, into the little
blond bush and further in the straight line down the shaft of his tool.
It was a substantial piece of muscle when fully erect, but now it was as
limp as it could be. Even then, it was still a magnificent piece of man
meat, and like the rest of his body it was well-proportioned so that it
didn't look unnaturally skinny. The veins on his penis foreskin were
surprisingly modest, unlike those coursing down the other parts of his
body. It was now a little over 6 inches and completely sheated within the
foreskin. As is natural with all boys, the Inspector tried to lift it
upright, glancing downwards at the layer of wrinkled skin protecting his
most sensitive parts. The attention gave it a bit of a lift, enough to keep
it hard although not quite standing at full attention. Like all boys, he
seemed to want to make sure that it was still working after a long
separation from it. He stroked himself gently, and closed his eyes to
recollect something pleasurable from his previous adventures. Then he moved
on to the balls hanging in
their scrotum beneath. He cupped the right one, then the left. He slapped
it gently and felt the sensitive nads hurt a little. It was in good working
order.
Our superhero was gay and he was not shy about it at all. In the
sophisticated and open-minded society of his age, there was nothing to be
embarrassed about boys fucking other boys. It actually made sense for these
galactic adventurers to be queer, as the best spouses for them would be the
only other people who could understand them. The nomadic lives of Galactic
Guardians meant that they were often separate from those closest to them,
and they lived most of their lives in the company of strangers in faraway
places. Not all of them were exclusively homo, but virtually all were at
least bisexual. It was said that the genetic disposition of these
superhuman law enforcers made them that way. Not surprising, considering
how part of their genetic superiority came from the special structure of
their testosterones, and their ability to operate with excessive amounts of
it without unwanted side-effects. The result was the superior musculature
on all of these
Guardians, which gave them proportionally greater strength than the
ordinary men that they sometimes needed to overpower. It was also said that
the all-male camaraderie among the Guardian Corps made them more likely to
band together, not only sexually but also as fighting brothers who shared a
unique bond exclusive from the rest of humanity.
The Inspector had his life-mate among the ranks of the Guardians, whom he
did not meet often. As such, he often had other sexual partners whom he met
in the course of performing his duty. Sometimes, it was actually business
and pleasure at the same time. He had to shag important men for purposes of
diplomacy or turncoats in order to obtain useful intelligence. He recalled
a particularly pleasant encounter from planet Labris, not too long ago. The
boy was cute; the son of an important Labritian leader who had to be won
over. The cute boy was a delightful little wonder and the Inspector
recalled that the pleasure was thoroughly mutual. In the end, the boy was
able to convince his father to ally their planet with the Intergalactic
Union. Of course, the other thing was that the Inspector had
single-handedly crushed most of the Labritian army on the battlefield,
leaving the boy's father with little choice.
He stroked his shaft again slowly, recalling the pleasure that the boy had
given him. He had sneaked into the heavily armed camp using his cloaking
devices and disguises. After making a mental map of all the positions
within the camp, he had then isolated the young man, who was already a
veteran and a general in his own right, and quietly seduced him. The boy
was a willing submissive, and knew how to drag the experience on so that it
did not end with a sudden climax. Long and slow, the Inspector had fucked
the anal little punk with his super strong dick. The limp version had
deceived the boy into thinking it would be easy work. Once fully engorged,
it had filled up the boy's anus completely. At times, the Inspector had
shown off his full power by lifting the boy up with his powerful dick,
suspending the boy face-up with only the Inspector's dick in contact with
his cunt for support.
The memory of so completely dominating the fresh-faced youngster with his
manhood gave the superhuman law enforcer much excitement, and he knew that
he was about to come. A few gentles tugs and out came the squirt of
manjuice. There was quite a lot of slippery, white semen oozing from his
long-untouched dick. Some of the liquid projected on to the full-length
mirror before him, covering the distance of several feet that lay between
the heroic Inspector and the pane of the mirror. Most of the cum curdled
into a puddle right below the mirror and some dripped down his own massive,
rock-solid thighs.
Just then, the image in the mirror started to fade and soon instead of his
own reflection, the mirror was displaying the Galactic headquarters. The
Inspector's superior officer was now staring straight at him, and he could
see the Inspector in all his manly glory, wet with cum.
"Ah, woken up the lower body already?" Commander Halfstead remarked with
mock surprise.
"Inspector Barbell reporting for duty near Planet Sheall." I replied as I
stood with my arms straight down, standing at attention as my training
demanded.
"At ease, Inspector. Just clean up and get dressed after this debrief,
okay?"
"Yes Sir!"
There wasn't much to discuss. The situation on Planet Sheall was still the
same as before. It was a stalemate, between the government and rebel
Spartacist soldiers and cadets. The Spartacists were a warrior class whose
leader, General Laxx had rebelled against the lawful government on the
planet. The government was fortunate that they had enough police forces to
maintain order, but the Spartacists had all of the heavy weapons, and could
not be dislodged from their well-defended fortresses around the planet.
"As discussed, the Spartacists are a caste of soldiers who have
traditionally formed the backbone of the Sheallian army. The civilians
cannot match the martial skills of the Spartacists, or their firepower."
"Right, sir. I will go straight down to the government center of Sheall and
meet with the Republican leaders, after you have informed them of my
arrival"
"Barbell, don't be cocky about this, okay? I know you're superman, but the
Spartacists aren't idiots. They are highly trained soldiers in their own
right, and you'll be out there on your own, as usual."
"Well, you sent me because I'm one of the best, sir. I haven't let the
Galactic Forces down before, have I?"
"Let's not have this be the first one then. Remember, diplomacy and guile
are half the battle and not just brawns and firepower."
"Yeah, Chief. As I recall, I've always aced on both counts, Sir"
"Good. Well, then, I shan't hold you back any further. Proceed to dress and
arm for battle, and I will call their leaders right after this. You are
aware, of course, that this is the first time in generations that they have
seen a Galactic Guardian, so go ahead and shock and awe their people. At
least that'll boost their morale."
"Yes, Chief. Right on the job"
Communications terminated and I was staring at myself once again. I
summoned the clean-up robot to the area to suck in the cum on the mirror
and the floor. I walked over to the sonic shower next door to remove the
manjuice still clinging to my thighs.
As I showered my legs, I continued by narcissistic exploration of my body,
moving below my torso to my lower limbs. While my arms were the attention
grabbers, those who really appreciated the man-bod were always amazed at
the tree trunk-sized thighs attached to my slim lower torso. There was so
much power visible below, and in fact it was truly deadly. On other
occasions when I had sex in the line of duty, I had used my thighs to crush
the heads of unsuspecting felons blowing my cock. Sometimes, I even crushed
the hips of enemy champions while fucking their asses using my massive
thighs. Enemy champions were super strong fighters whose presence raised
the morale of my opposing forces. They were usually famed for their
strength, prowess, agility and resilience. Crushing their hip bones left
them crippled, mere shadows of their impressive former selves. Evidence
that a Guardian had fucked and broken their champion was often enough to
cause massive
desertions in the enemy camp.
I rubbed the calves last. In a way, these were my secret weapons. Lean and
toned, they were a contrast to the massive muscular bulges in the other
parts of my body. But my calves gave me enormous range on my land or in the
water. Fully armed, I could make my way across deserts and mountain ranges
undetected on my own two feet. Underwater, I could swim for days using my
breathing apparatus, and not feel any fatigue. This meant that I could
recce enemy positions for a long time, and maybe even build intelligence
networks long before I attacked. My enemies often seemed to assume that an
attack would always come from the sky, and while this was often true, that
meant that they usually failed to spot me coming on land or under water. I
was as proud of my stamina as much as I was about my brute strength.
And so to make sure that I had both in working order, I proceeded to the
workout machines. An intense cardio workout followed by a mix of upper and
lower body resistance exercises. I set the power treadmill to about
15kmph. I would do that for an hour. Then all manner of crunches, push-ups,
punching bag and jumping exercises for another 30 minutes.. These would
only tire me for a while, and I would have recovered by the time I reached
the planet. What I really wanted was to see my sweat again. I loved the
free-flowing, salty juices covering my smooth body. When my head was
drenched, I'd shake it like a dog to get it off in a shower of
perspiration. Once I was done, it was back to the shower again.
Once I was clean and dry, I parked myself in front of the mirror
again. Okay, face check. I had thin eyebrows that framed my large, clear
blue eyes very nicely. A prominent nose but not too sharp. High cheek bones
which my fellow Guardians often teased me about. They said that if I was
not fighting crime, I would be able to make my living as a model
instead. Actually, all of us were generally attractive looking, I must say,
and I had always thought that nearly any of them would have made a fine
model. But then, maybe it's because I'm just a bit more vain than them. I
had my eyebrows trimmed, for instance. Another thing that worked for me was
my square jaw, which gave me a strong chin to project the image of strength
further. I had full lips which were of a healthy red colour. Some of my
conquests often found this irresistibly sexy, and whenever I offered to
kiss them, they would usually say yes even if at first they had been
reluctant to succumb to
my charms.
Body check complete, it was now time to decorate it. The only permanent
decoration was a tattoo on my upper left shoulder adjoining the arm. It was
a replica of the Intergalactic insignia, to indicate that I was a
Guardian. Regulation again. The navel piercing was actually a homing device
for us, in the event of an emergency requiring external rescue. In actual
fact, there were quite a number of them concealed within our bodies. It was
time to put on my other piece of jewelry -- a Prince Albert that was shaped
like a barbell. It was a little pun on my own name. I had to remove it
while I was in the pod. Regulations allowed us Guardians to wear body
jewelry under our uniforms, and since so little of our skin was concealed
in public, it was quite common for us boys to wear Prince Alberts. The
barbell was designed to clip together though a pierced hole on my mushroom
head. Its outline would protrude beneath the tight, form fitting uniform,
and for any
man-lover -- male and female -- that was bound to catch his or her
attention even when I was outside and fully dressed.
Before I got dressed, there was one other piece of equipment that I needed
to insert in my body -- a piece that I didn't particularly enjoy
wearing. It was a butt plug. The butt plug was essential regulation
equipment, as we Guardians essentially had Achilles Asses. Our outer skin
was invulnerable to fire and many poisonous chemicals. Our eyes were quite
well-armored biologically, and they were protected by our uniform. The
mouth and nostrils could be covered in the event of an attack most of the
time, as could the ears. We needed to keep them open most of the time
anyway. Even the dick and scrotum, sensitive as they were, weren't all that
vulnerable to attack as they were covered by the armored outer skin.
The anus, on the other hand, led straight into our inner sanctum, so to
speak. The soft tissue of the prostate and colon were not as invulnerable
as the outer skin. As I stuffed the golden colored and flexible elastic
plug in, I winced a little in pain. And then once it was all in, it was
fine. I tugged the handle gently in order to make sure that it was firmly
in place between my tight ass cheeks. I patted my cheeks after that, as if
commanding that they keep the protective cover in place and not let me down
while in combat.
Although, as mentioned the dick and balls were quite strong in their own
right, rules of intergalactic decency dictated that they be concealed
whenever I presented myself in public. On board my ship, and in
communication with my own team, there was no need to cover up. But in
public, the need to inspire awe and respect dictated that it should remain
covered up. It actually worked better that way because the tight fabric of
our uniform enhanced the sexual appeal of the gonads. The impressive bulge
made by my dick -- and those of all other Guardians -- was a source of
fascination wherever we went. People wondered how my tool would look
unsheathed, as it often seemed to be quite hard. The fact was, my fat tool
gave off a bold silhouette all of the time, even when not hard. Of course,
I was actually never completely limp as my testosterone level was always
high and my blood travelled through all parts in greater volume than
normal.
The main part of the uniform was a speedo-shaped suit. The suit was an
angry red, with a blaze of yellow flames covering my ass. It was made of
highly elastic fabric that was breathable, tearproof and flame resistant. I
slid it past both my ankles, and then quickly pulled it into position up my
two legs. I liked the feel of the material, which was silky and soft. Once
it was around my groin, I had to tug it a little harder to wrap it around
my lower torso and privates. Now, for the first time since I had emerged
from the pod, they really were private, and I was ready to face the
world. I tugged at the elastic bands around the part where the legs joined
the groin. I wanted to inspect to see if any stray hairs were peeking out
below the suit. None. I then tugged the elastic band on my asscheeks,
caressing my buttocks with a bit of self-love. I then moved on to the
waistband, and snuck my right fingers into the front bits, fondling my meat
to make sure that
it was in the right position, which for me was downwards. I liked the feel
of the front panel of the suit tightly pressing upon my sensitive
foreskin.. I cupped my balls underneath the suit, one after the other, as
if to say goodbye for now. Then I drew my fingers out, pulled the
drawstrings around the waist to tighten the waistband, and knotted it
before stuffing the knot below the band, like a good swimmer would.
It was goodbye to my dick and nuts, at least until mission was
accomplished, or unless I needed to draft it into service for espionage or
diplomacy. We were required to remain fully suited for the duration of the
mission, and in fact we all peed into our speedo suit without breaking it
out for toilet breaks. The fabric allowed liquid out and dried quickly when
wet. This was in part due to security reasons, since our privates were our
weakest spots, and had to remain protected at all times. Another reason was
to ensure that we remained celibate for the time being, so that we could
focus on the mission. Sonic showers and deodorants kept us decently
clean. As for feces, well, we had a device inserted into our intestines
that zapped them into liquid form so that we could sweat and pee all our
roughage. The butt plug was supposed to remain in the butt at all
times. Such was the biological enhancement of the Galactic Guardians.
I then put on the wrist and shin straps that were also red, to match the
suit. These straps were actually bionic devices that enhanced the strength
and stamina of our limbs. While, as I said, we were able to run and swim
long distances, and were exceptionally strong, the straps gave us the full
super strength needed to defeat thousands of enemy soldiers at a
time. Next, I put on a black chest strap that contained several mini
pouches. This was our utility belt, which contained our rations and an
armory of special weapons that included a force field shield, gossamer-thin
wires that were stronger than most metals and alloys and other wonderful
and tiny devices. The strap hung right at the lower rib cage, and was
adorned at the front by a tiny metal shield that was the symbol of the
Guardians.
Finally, the headgear. It was a rubbery skullcap and goggle that concealed
the crown and eyes. The eyes were covered by small goggles that looked like
swim goggles, which they were in a way, that connected to two small slits
in the rubbery material of the cap. The cap flattened my hair so that the
shape of my skull was revealed. It was also like a swimming cap. This was
why my hair had to be kept short. The cap was in the same red colour that
matched the suit and straps, with a streak of flames running right up the
middle, expanding from my forehead to the base of my neck. I did not enjoy
the skullcap very much, as it appeared to conceal most of the parts I found
most appealing about my face, but I guess it was useful in a way, By
concealing our eyes, our emotions were not so easy to discern, not that we
were not already good at concealing them. The covering of the skull made us
stand out from the ordinary folks and the flame design was meant to
intimidate.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see why every piece of the uniform
was there. I didn't even look human anymore, with the fierce mask, shiny
metal shield on the chest and tight speedo-suit and straps on the wrist and
shin. Every part of my exposed skin now looked even more intimidating, as
it no longer belonged to a handsome young man. Instead, I looked like a
hell-demon, with a huge, powerful body ready to break any ordinary soul
into pieces if he crossed my path. I heaved my chest and flexed my arms to
strike a pose. I found the sight so sexy my dick started to pump up again,
but the tight fabric kept it down and the bulge could not expand much
inside my burning red uniform.
I couldn't help myself, but started to play with my dick once
again. Rubbing the tight elastic fabric slowly, I brought my sleeping
serpent to full attention beneath the protective inner lining. I closed my
eyes and pictured myself coupling with another similarly suited
Guardian. My lover. His dark skin was clad in the same red suit and
cap. His engorged dick beneath the uniform was helpless to resist the
motion of my fingers. Harder, softer, faster, slower. The agony I imagined
was actually own, of course, and I was both tormentor and victim. My
breathing came harder and faster. "Oh, ooh, aggh," I exclaimed in the
silence of my spacecraft chamber. My left hand moved to my ass, fingering
my butt plug beneath the stretched fabric of my flame-patterned
suit. Harder, and hotter now. I started to moan longingly, eyes closed to
the mirror image of me writhing in sexual agony and pleasure in my full
regalia. The image in my eyes was almost the same as in
the mirror, except it was my lover, tall and strong as myself, but ebony
in colour unlike my own light bronze tan. He was flashing his teeth,
gritting and resisting as his loins gradually succumbed to my pressure.
It was me who was losing my own resistance to my self-pleasure. The small
streaks of precum became thicker rivulets, and soon came the unmistakable
sensation of the muscles about to explode. The convulsions came, and the
waves pushed the mucous-like liquid through the tight pisshole. The inner
lining was quickly saturated and became wet. The cum spot on the red outer
fabric grew and it too became saturated and overflowed with my manjuice. I
had well and truly sprayed my pants. I wasn't going to wash up. It had
become a sort of ritual for me now. I'd wet my tiny briefs with cum first
before going off, as a good luck charm I guess. Then, I'd spread my own
jizz all over my abs and whichever muscles I could so that I would be
covered in the protection of my own testosterone. It was all crock, of
course, but the idea was that my testosterone was better than that of
ordinary men and maybe it might give my muscles added strength for battle.
I looked at myself in the mirror again, and puffed up my chest in all my
glory, cumstain and all. The leftover jizz on my fingers was licked up, to
satisfy my lust for now. Maybe I would get lucky tonight on the planet. I
put my hands on my hips, in classic superhero pose, and smiled. Every
single muscle was just perfect, rippling from abdomen to pecs, from shin to
groin and from wrist to shoulder. I flexed my pecs a little, to shake my
little nipples in and out. Now, to get into the landing pod and blast off
on a new adventure.